I did it again.
Just my luck.
Yet another problem of mine.
Or I just am the problem.
A living, breathing hazard.
My point being proven yet again.
I'm nothing but a punching bag for others.
Their entertainment.
A cruel pleasure I must be.
But now I understand my purpose.
My true worth.
Lesson.
learned.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
